Vampire's Forbidden Territory (Sídhí Summer Camp Series #2) Read Free Page A

bronze and red as she gazed at him, ill-concealed anger flashed in their depths.
    An angry buzz, like the blurred note of music, zipped through his head and was gone. For a split instant, he felt pulled toward her. Like a moth pulled toward a burning flame. He swallowed convulsively, wondering if all the old stories about shifters were true. Could they mesmerize the unwary?
    Beth’s gaze flickered over him in apparent disgust. Turning, she pointedly ignored him and spoke to Nick in a husky soft voice that sent a shiver of desire straight to his most private area. She had a gentle lilting accent, nearly a Southerner crossed with a Scottish burr, but not quite. “I'm Beth and this is Brianna. Are you guys from cabin twenty-five?”
    At Nick's slow nod of agreement, Beth continued, “I thought you must be, but I'm surprised we were able to catch up with you.”
    “Then why did you bother?” Mitch asked nastily, making his dark thoughts on her presence known. His list of cabin mates had just gone from bad to the ultimate worst possible scenario.
    Her jaw tensed; she appeared to be gritting her teeth. “Ella, the cabin mother, gave us no choice. When we checked into the cabin, she said all cabin mates must stay together and play together. So after nearly a week of hiking, here we are,” she paused, smirking at him with full lips, “like it or not”.
    Mitch growled softly. He had already known the answer. After the disaster a few days ago, a dark blue-scaled Guardian caught up with them and suggested they change their plans to join their sister cabin as the other teens rafted down the river.
    Clarisse (a clan vampire and giant pain in the backside) pitched a fit. She wanted out of the bug-infested woods, as she called it.
    For once, Mitch agreed with the self-centered vampire. He was sick of the arrogant dragons sticking their snouts in everything. The interfering dragons – and their ridiculous attempt to create peace between the Sídhí races by hosting a Peace Summer Camp – had ruined his plans to explore Clan Valley with his granddad.
    He grunted a response to the shifter's remark, curbing a grin of slow burning anticipation. He couldn't get out of the camp, but at least he had one thing to look forward to. From the shifter's tense reaction and muscle twitching jaw, she had a temper. OMG! He couldn't wait for the fun to begin. Baiting her into a fury would be a piece of cake.
    A shadow passed over them and a black dragon, the size of a small jet landed in the middle of the sun splotched meadow just south of the tall trees where they had made camp.
    Mitch shook his head and headed toward the dragon, not understanding dragon mentality. A couple of days ago their group had barely escaped death. You'd think the stupid dragons would cut everyone some slack and return the teens to the main campgrounds, but no, that would be too easy. Instead, the scaled trouble-makers first flew Clarisse to the campsite then brought in Nick and Sarah.
    Mitch didn't mind Nick being around. As full bloods went, the vampire was an okay guy. A bit arrogant, but that was part and parcel of being Sídhí. As far as the other two, he refused to consider anything about them in a pleasant light. He disliked Clarisse and Sarah with a hot-blooded intensity.
    Mitch shoved his frustration to the back of his mind, focusing on something a thousand times more important. “Hey, Sis!” he shouted enthusiastically. For seventeen years, they had never been separated, not until a few days ago. He had missed her something fierce.
    A second later, he caught Katie as she flew into his arms. Her golden hair, identical to his own, swirled around him. He gave her a welcoming bear hug, mentally adding for her ears alone, “Don't ever scare me like that again. I thought I'd lost you.”
    “I love you, too,” Katie said impishly, grinning from ear to ear.
    “Ditto,” he said gruffly, uncomfortable uttering the L word. Gooey sentiments didn't come easy for